Heather Thomas shivered with disgust and took a few steps back.
The expression of hatred on her face became even more pronounced.
Then, raising her eyebrows, she scolded, "Don't you dare insult my mom! You have no right. You're just a man who idles away his time, indulging in eating, drinking, and gambling, squandering my mom's hard-earned money carelessly."
"A man like you is worthless, a scumbag, not fit to be my stepfather! Now, get out! I, Heather Thomas, have nothing to do with you, Jose Roberts."
"You..."
Jose Roberts instantly flew into a rage, his eyes glaring wide like copper bells, his expression somewhat terrifying.
He glared menacingly at Heather Thomas, then suddenly sneered, "All right! Little brat, you really have grown wings. But wanting to shake me off? No way! I'm still your stepdad!"
As he said this, he turned around and looked around.
